182: Unworthy of being called a son

Dijun's gaze was deep, and a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of purple energy emerged from his fingertips. Though weak, it caused the entire hall to fall silent.

“A projection of... Primordial Violet Qi!” Guiche exclaimed in shock.

“Correct.” Dijun nodded.

“This is precisely the projection of that wisp of Primordial Violet Qi that fled into the world.”

“As I grow closer to the position of Heavenly Emperor, I can feel that the purple energy between heaven and earth has developed some affinity for me.”

“I believe that before long, I will be able to obtain its recognition.”

Taiyi's spirits were lifted: “If my elder brother can become a Saint, the Witch Race can be destroyed in a snap!”

The various Yao Saints also grew excited.

“With this item in hand, if Your Majesty validates the Dao and becomes a Saint, what fear would there be of their Twelve Divine Gods and Demons Array!”

“That's right, as long as Your Majesty becomes a Saint, even that one in Zixiao Palace...”

“Watch your words!” Dijun pointed a finger upward and made a shushing gesture.

You all are truly going to be the death of me!

Given just a bit of hope, they actually dared to gossip about the Dao Ancestor.

But the joy within the hall could no longer be suppressed.

Fuxi sighed inwardly, but showed nothing on his face, only nodding slightly.

Dijun turned to face the gathered Yao, “Heaven blesses the Yao Race! Once I comprehend the mysteries of the purple energy, it will be the time of the Witch Race's destruction!”

“Heaven blesses the Yao Race! Heaven blesses Your Majesty!” The Yao shouted excitedly.

Fuxi looked at the fanatical crowd, silent in his heart.

The Primordial Violet Qi was the foundation of becoming a Saint; it was incredibly precious.

If Dijun truly had a way to obtain it, why hadn't he said so earlier, so as to mobilize the entire Yao Race to search for it together?

The path to becoming a Saint was so difficult.

His own younger sister, even with the Primordial Violet Qi, had meditated for so many years and still gained nothing.

Therefore, in his view, what Dijun said likely hid some secrets.

Dijun and Fuxi exchanged a look, and Dijun saw what Fuxi was thinking.

But he could only force a bitter smile.

He wasn't lying; he indeed felt the method to obtain that wisp of Primordial Violet Qi.

It was to truly achieve the Heavenly Emperor status that rules the Great Desolation.

But the necessary condition was to beat the Witch Race into submission.

So, the matter had circled back, falling into a dead loop.

But for now, he could only take it one step at a time... Within the Pangu Shrine on Mount Buzhou, Evil Qi surged as the Twelve Ancestral Witches sat around the Blood Pool, each adjusting their breathing to heal their wounds.

Heavy breathing echoed in the hall, occasionally mixed with a few angry curses.

Clearly, the previous battle had left them full of suppressed rage.

“That group of mongrel birds!” Zhu Rong slammed a fist onto the ground. “They dared to set an ambush for us. I'll burn all their feathers off sooner or later!”

Gonggong sneered, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

“That fellow Dijun is sinister and cunning, daring to lure us into an array to surround and kill us. If we hadn't summoned Father God's true body to descend, they might have actually succeeded!”

At the thought of the Yao Race being so full of tricks, the Ancestral Witches immediately became furious.

“Mongrel birds!”

“Truly inhuman!”

“Just wait to be wiped out by us.”

“...”

“If not for Hongjun suddenly intervening, that one axe strike would have long since turned the Yao Race to ashes. How could they still be around now?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze.

Facing a Saint, even if they were incredibly unwilling, they could only helplessly swallow it.

But thinking that this was the Pangu Shrine, what couldn't be said?

Qiangliang finally couldn't help but say, “On what basis did he stop us?”

“Clearly we had all the advantages and were about to wipe out the Yao Race in one go, yet he intervened! What Heavenly Dao Saint? I think he's just biased towards the Yao Race!”

“Watch your words!” Zhu Jiuyin frowned and shouted in a low voice.

Though he was equally unwilling, he knew better how formidable a Saint was.